“I’m half dead A______. What have I got to live for. I’m half dead already.”

I hope to never have those words leave my mouth, or even enter my mind. Every day is a day to try something new, to work toward something no matter how little it may seem. In the end, it’s all those little things that add up and make life worth living.

I want to live a life worth living. I don’t want to think that I’m half dead or one fourth dead or any kind of dead. There is so much to live for, it doesn’t make sense to say something like that.